Black and grey neo-traditional tattoo of a woman's face with braided hair, flowers, feathers and a geometric headband on the thigh.

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Woman portrait with flowers on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A woman's face is framed by flowing braided hair, outlined flowers, a feather and a patterned headband, with large circular earrings on each side. The design uses bold outlines and smooth grey shading across the face and hair, with fine detail in the braids and petals. The piece is shown in black ink and greys, filling a large area of the upper leg.

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Tobias Hale had been carving the figurehead for three weeks in the shed behind the yard at Appledore, and the eyes still would not settle. He had cut the heavy brow and the flat plane of the cheek, the mouth that Captain Orrin Pell had asked for, and each time he stood back the face looked less like a guardian for a bowsprit and more like someone waiting to be asked a question.

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His daughter Nell brought him tea in a chipped cup and perched on an upturned bucket. She had been drawing in her sketchbook, flowers with five soft petals tangled through the braids, and she turned the page towards him. "Put these in the wood," she said. "Sailors don't trust a face with nothing growing out of it." He laughed, then did it anyway, cutting the petals so shallow the sea would be the first thing to wear them away.

The barque Marigold sailed on the spring tide with the figurehead lashed beneath her bowsprit, a carved feather sweeping back from one temple and a band of zigzags across the brow. Eleven weeks out, somewhere south of the Cape Verdes, a boy named Ezra crawled along the bowsprit to free a jammed jib and found the braids streaming with spray. He talked to the wood the way his grandmother talked to her hens, low and without expecting an answer.

The petals had softened to pale ghosts by the time they raised the Azores, and Pell wanted the face recut before Falmouth. Tobias was not there to do it. A letter came to the yard instead, from a mate who had kept the carving in his cabin on the long leg home. It said only that the eyes had stopped looking worried, and that the flowers were still there if you ran your thumb along them. Nell read it twice, then pinned it above the bench beside her drawing.

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